What money should I give?

The young man is riding a horse, with a sincere smile and clear eyes.

But the one-foot-two-long Fang Tian painted halberd in his hand, and the exotic BMW under his crotch as big as a tea shed, do not look like a kind person.

"It's you again, kid!" The strong man with a sinewy face was grinding his back molars with his eyes wide open.

The old man with a sloppy beard was also very angry and replied: "The shop does not welcome people who don't pay for tea. You can drink tea if you want. You have to pay the bill first."

Fang Ping jumped off the horse, raised the halberd pole, and with a roar, the tail of the halberd pole sank into the hard ground like a medicine pestle.

The two people in the tea shed took a deep breath. How much strength does it take to penetrate it so deeply?

"Mom, come down and rest for a while. Drink some tea to relieve your fatigue." Fang Ping completely ignored the two people who were stunned in the tea shed. He walked to the carriage like a dutiful son and helped his mother out of the carriage.

"I want to drink tea too." Fang Ying shouted.

At first she quite liked riding the carriage, which was bumpy and bumpy, but after a few days of bumpy rides, her back ached and her buttocks hurt.

The old man watched helplessly as a family of three sat at the wooden table. At Fang Ping's urging, he brought a pot of tea. Although he knew it well, he still asked reluctantly: "Will you give me money this time?"

Fang Ping glanced at the old man: "What kind of money does the black shop give you!"

Fang Ping remembered that a notice had been posted in Shanyang County not long ago, saying that a mysterious figure had killed countless bandits and bandits in Shanyang County, and the corpses at the scene were also missing their hearts.

"Does the weapon belong to that boy?" The third master of Panshe Village looked seriously at the young man with his back turned to him. He saw that the strong body like a diamond was even more intimidating than himself.

When the man heard this, he wanted to take out the hatchet under the stove and make Fang Ping into big meat buns.

"Dressed in red... it's hard to tell the male from the female."

When he stretched out his hand, the third master of Panshe Village grabbed the black euphorbia pole stuck in the ground. He used his strength in his arm, but with the strength of his eighth-level martial arts, he couldn't pull it out.

"Don't leave, Third Boss, come down and have a cup of tea before leaving." The old man held on to the horse's reins.

The third master of Panshe Village hesitated and thought for a moment, gave up the idea of ​​leaving, and walked obediently to the tea shed.

As soon as Fang Ping left, the third master of Panshe Village became furious and grabbed the man's neck.

The man was breathless and wanted to explain with bloodshot eyes. Suddenly he saw something that frightened him. He raised his arm tremblingly and pointed at the back of the third master of Panshe Village.

If it's a trivial matter, just send a few minions. If the third master of Panshe Village comes here in person, it's like Mr. Futai has condescended to go to Mouse Lane in Shanyang County to observe the public sentiment.

"It is said that the man was dressed in red and had an extremely beautiful appearance. It was difficult to tell whether he was male or female. It is impossible for the government to take care of this kind of thing. The government hopes that all the bandits and bandits in the territory will be killed. I came here today to ask this question.

The two of them were eating the food inside and outside. Is there anyone suspicious about their whereabouts recently?"

"If you can, say it. If you can't, don't say it." Fang Ping walked to the eaves of the tea shed and pulled out the black spurge stuck in the ground with one hand.

Finally, someone came who could uphold justice. The third master he mentioned was the third master of Panshe Village, the largest mountain nearby. He practiced horizontal martial arts and was invulnerable. His cultivation level was as high as the eighth level.

"This thing is a little weird." Fang Ping stood up and left on his exotic BMW.

"Do you think Fang Mou is the eagle dog of the court?" Fang Ping sneered.

The man who was not far away, his eyes were innocent. When did he eat inside?

"I ... don't be hungry." The man shook his head.

Fang Ping looked at the man, "Do you say, do you have a suspicious person recently?"

"Meat Buns!" Fang Ying licked her lips, and these days of cleaning dry food.

"Have you killed it here?"

Suddenly, the sound of horseshoe is from far and near.

"Guanye?" Pan Snakezhai's third house arched his hands and tentatively.

"No." The man shook his head.

"I eat." Old man stepped forward, not only eating a steaming pumpkin, but also a steamed sweet potato, steamed yam.

Fang Ying's body was stunned and didn't see anything. Fang Ping had blocked a big face in front of his small face.

"You look for the old thing." Pan Snakezhai raised a long knife, and his hands were settled. The old man fell into a pool of blood.

His reaction shows that the bun filling is abnormal.

Fang Ping grabbed a steamed sweet potato and handed it to Fang Ying. When it was his turn, the fist -sized nest, chewing without chewing, one by one, slipped along the throat to the stomach, peeled the peeling sweet potato, the peeling sweet potato

, Yam, one by one.

More than a dozen big guys, a gust of gusts arrived in front of the tea shed.

Fang Ping got up and walked to the stove, opened the cage drawer, the fog, steamed sweet potato, yam, nest, meat buns, pumpkin, kneading into a strong aroma, the big bag next to the sweat,

Extremely eye -catching.

Fang Ping is also too lazy to compare: "Eat a pumpkin."

The old man in the tea shed rushed out.

"Isn't it a master of martial arts in Yamen?"

"Don't worry." Fang Ping pointed to a man with red eyes, "You can taste what kind of filling is."

Pan Snake Zhai San's gesture is very low.

"The anger of San Dang family, this weapon is the boy. He didn't give money before drinking tea. Today, he came to eat and drink in vain. He did not put our snake village in your eyes.

"The old man said deeply, looking proudly, he didn't know that the young man who was going to be in trouble.

"Can be said!" Pan Snake Zhai San made a moment of upright attitude, knowing nothing, and endless words. "A strange thing happened not long ago.

The person who kills is extremely miserable, and the heart is dug out. "

"Knowing me, I have prepared so many things, it is really polite." Fang Ping hugged the cage drawer stacked into a person and returned to the table.

Fang Ping replied to stare at the Pan Snake Village San Dang's home, Er Eight products, and there is no enemy than his fingers. "This tea shed is the dark pile that you Pan Snake village is inserted on this wasteland.

Do you come here in person? "

Can't pull it out even with two hands.

"Old things, let you set up a stall here, don't really let the door open the door to do business. What is going on in this weapon?"

"Skill!"

"Okay, let go."

"Sweeping." Fang Ping didn't have a little mercy on the death of the old man. He said: "Since you are here, come in and sit in."

Pan Snakezhai San was aware of it, and turned to leave.

"Dogs, say, is it you who eat in the food, and make a breath with the boy, trying to murder the family!"

Li Rou got up, hugged his daughter, grabbed a drawer of steaming yam, and ran back to the car.

"this……"

Pan Snakezhai still dare not relax his vigilance.

Familiar words, familiar tone.

The man in the leader, when he saw Fang Tian painted the halberd erected in front of the tea shed, he was shocked.

The sharp and sharp is like a rainbow. Such a heavy halberd made of metal as a whole should be weighing less. What talents can control these big kills?

"Three heads!"

"The fragrance of that came ..." Pangoszhai San's family smelled a strange fragrance, like countless Qihua Yaocao grinding into a powder, which was intoxicated, which was intoxicating and upside down.

But after taking a few mouthfuls, I found that there was a stinky breath hidden in this fragrance, which was the taste of the corpse rot.

After twisting his head, Pan Snakezhai's body was cold, and a white and tender palm took out a heart that was still pounding from his chest.

Young people wearing red clothes and strange incense, swallowed their hearts without chewing, sitting in front of the table, looking at the direction of Fang Pingyuan.
Chapter completed!